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One T he last, slow strains of an old Tammy Wynette song spilled from a small portable rad
Two M itch’s body was on fire, throbbing with need and straining to get closer to Emma. F
Three E mma glanced at her shopping list. She had everything she needed except bread flour
Four E ven as he half-dragged Emma out of the Silver Spur and across the gravel parking lo
Five M itch pushed his plate away and released a breath that only seemed to tighten the wa
Six E mma had heard of being struck speechless before, but she’d never actually experience
Seven E mma pushed herself up from the bathroom floor, using the edge of the tub as levera
Eight E mma managed not to snort rudely at this latest pronouncement of Mitch’s, but just
Nine T he wedding and small reception that followed went off without a hitch…if one didn’t
Ten T wo weeks later, Emma couldn’t sleep. It had to be close to two in the morning, and r
Eleven S he lifted her mouth to his, sighing with contentment as their lips met and he kis
Twelve E mma felt the earth lurch beneath her feet and her lungs seize painfully in her ch
Thirteen E mma lurched to her feet, dodging furniture on her race for the kitchen, making
Fourteen A n hour later, Mitch spotted Emma’s car in the parking lot of the Dew Drop Inn o
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